Speaking of smut, opinion on writing something involving handcuffs?
“I mean, that’s a little slutty, don’t you think?” the villain asked as they looked down at the handcuffs which connected them to the hero way too literally. But all the hero did was sigh and drag them through the building the heroes called their headquarters.
“That’s what you get for breaking into our facility, I suppose,” the hero answered dryly. They ignored the stares of civilians and other heroes who were — rightfully — wondering why their nemesis was cuffed to them. Right here.
“I’m listening. Attentively.” The villain pulled their wrist back which made the hero stumble back and almost crash against their chest. When they turned around, they spotted the dreamy gaze the villain offered, alongside with their playful smirk.
“Stop it or this will get a lot nastier than it has to be,” the hero warned. It was a weak threat (the villain’s smirk only widened) and the hero felt a little powerless in their own backyard for the very first time.
“Oh, I’m sure it will. You have me already cuffed to your own wrist. Can get a lot dirtier than that in my opinion.” Catching the villain had been pure luck. The hero was about to get coffee and there they were standing in the hallway with their stupid deep eyes and their dumb wavy hair and their ludicrous outfit that basically screamed “I’m here to steal.”
Without thinking, the hero had chased after them, pushed them against a wall and then cuffed them to the hero themselves. It was…stupid, considering that the villain had a lot more muscles. But it was also the only solution that had come to their mind.
Now they were standing in the hallway between the laboratories and the cafeteria, the villain tugging at the handcuffs to get the hero’s attention every now and then, pulling them towards them whenever they wanted. Like a puppet they were playing with.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” the villain said.
“Liar.”
“Only sometimes.” They bit their lip and let their eyes fall to the hero’s mouth. “You look stressed.”
“My nemesis just broke into my workplace. Sorry for being slightly overwhelmed.”
“I’m sure I could help you relax,” the villain offered and it was oh so tempting, wasn’t it? Oh so tempting with a flirty nemesis. Oh so tempting with someone who had called the hero my darling before.
The villain tilted their head.
“Right now, you’re the source of all my problems.”
It came out a lot harsher than they wanted it to be and judging by the villain’s face, both of them hadn’t expected that.
“Okay, fine. Fuck it.” The hero didn’t even have time to frown, for the villain pushed them into a tiny storeroom and locked the door. “I want to apologise.”
“I don’t…I don’t need your apology.” Once again, it came out wrong. But this time, it was a lot weaker than what the hero intended. Truth be told, the room was small and the villain was extremely close.
“Our relationship is complicated, I know that,” the villain whispered. “But ever since you beat my ass for the first time, I wanted to push you against the next best surface and show you a good time.”
The hero let out a breathless chuckle. Their head spun. Their face burnt.
“Degradation kink?” they joked but when the villain answered with “maybe,” the hero’s heartbeat skyrocketed. They didn’t know what to do with this flirting, with this…honesty? They didn’t know what this was, what this could be. What the villain was aiming at.
“You know…” The villain dragged a finger up the hero’s thigh carefully. “Rumour has it that you have a crush on me.”
“I— what?!” An involuntary squeak escaped the hero’s throat when the villain stopped and drew circles into the hero’s thigh with a pleasurable pressure. “That’s not…that’s—”
The villain leaned in, lips brushing the shell of the hero’s ear.
“You’re not very good at hiding it. I mean, the photos the press takes of us…the way people look at us…when even the dumbest people in the city start to write stories in their silly little magazines, you have to wonder what is going on…”
Not really processing what was happening, the hero put a flat hand on the villain’s chest. They took in a deep breath, trying to gather their thoughts. It was true. But the hero thought they were good at hiding it.
Their boss hadn’t said anything and they’d barely seen any serious newspaper mentioning it. God, what a stupid conundrum. Eventually, they grabbed the villain’s shoulder when they couldn’t bear it anymore.
“…can you move your fingers, please?”
“Up or down?”
“Up,” the hero said, begged even. Their mind clouded when the villain actually did move them up. But as if they were hesitating, they stopped yet again.
“I’ll move if you uncuff us.”
“I thought you’re into this…?” the hero asked, gasping when the villain’s teasing got worse.
“I am. But I also like control. I like showing you what feels good.”
“Whatever,” the hero mumbled. They uncuffed them but, hell, the villain was quick. Once again, completely unable to act, the hero watched as the villain put the handcuffs around the hero’s wrists.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.” The villain pinned the hero’s wrists above their head with one hand and started kissing down their throat. “Such a pretty thing.”
They kept their promise but that didn’t make the villain any less cruel. Their fingers went up but their pace stayed the same, not speeding up in the slightest when the hero begged for it.
The hero was exhausted by the time they finished and the villain kissed them sloppily, whispered some praises into their hair. And even though the villain’s true intention was to distract the hero while their team organised a huge heist in the building, they took their sweet time to make it incredible for their nemesis.
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